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bop bop - otm lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
(what you gonna do? you gonna k!ll me, mr. j?)
(what?)
you know what’s goin’ on

[verse 1: blue pesos]
phineas and ferb on the block, just chipped timmy turner
tell me what i wanna hear and we gon’ get it out you
off the hip, out the whip, see who shoot it faster
every day action packed, f*ck a grand finale
i brought rihanna to the club, watch this .40 work
they gon’ keep tryna stop us, it’ll never work
if she don’t tear it off, i’m definitely in her purse
it look good with flash on but what the jewelry worth?
14k, came from rami, please check the cost
yeah, they hate, but for surely gon’ respect the boss
n*ggas squares and straight busters, they cottonsoft
we ain’t the same, you a p*wn, you don’t be shot callin’
bop*bop bleed ’em on a highway in a low foreign
can’t no n*gga tell me nothin’ ’bout sh*t, i’m finna go towards it
drop an opp, then have a celebration, pour that drank up
in the front, i’m with all the sh*t talkers and the big ballers (sh*t)

[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
bop*bop bleed ’em on a highway in a low foreign
can’t no n*gga tell me nothin’ ’bout sh*t, i’m finna go tourin’ (sh*t, sh*t, b*tch)
drop an opp, then have a celebration, pour that drank up (alright, n*gga)
in the front, i’m with all the sh*t talkers and the big ballers
[verse 2: duffy]
gang and them got the streets lit
all joints, no geeks with me
sig sauer f&n for a macho n*gga
where the opps? lord knows i be ridin’ with it
sh*t, rihanna with me, watch this .40 work
i just made a n*gga dance, i guess i’m a jerk
in and out of kim juan’s, like, “thank you, sir”
true fly n*gga, flu flammin’ in a louis shirt
quarterbackin’ in the field, duffy throwin’ shots
can he catch? i just turned him into randy moss
if he hangin’ with the opps, he might kick it off
stinc team here, it’s time to show these n*ggas how to ball
another rapper in my rear, i’m finna speed past him
hundred in my lap, this my sweet lady
i know you don’t do lean but it’s friday
get the uchies, then hit the road, we on the highway

[chorus: blue pesos]
sh*t, n*gga
bop*bop bleed ’em on a highway in a low foreign
can’t no n*gga tell me nothin’ ’bout sh*t, i’m finna go tourin’
drop an opp, then have a celebration, pour that drank up, n*gga
in the front, i’m with all the sh*t talkers and the big ballers

[verse 3: k7thefinesser]
try to make it rain on me, i got an umbrella
like i’m rihanna
stincs outside with sticks, causin’ all the drama
i’ll bomb the embassies just like i’m osama
you don’t get it, though
can’t do nothin’ standard, i need extendo
copped a cls from the dealer, put the tint on it
hit the road, got the load, n*gga, i’ll put ten on it
stinc team, baby, ain’t no big homies
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, you need to be quiet
my diamonds bustin’, singin’ to you like the choir
i wouldn’t stare too hard, you can get blinded
these b*tches want my heart, but it’s hard to find it
[chorus: blue pesos]
sh*t, n*gga
bop*bop bleed ’em on a highway in a low foreign
can’t no n*gga tell me nothin’ ’bout sh*t, i’m finna go tourin’
drop an opp, then have a celebration, pour that drank up, n*gga
in the front, i’m with all the sh*t talkers and the big ballers

[outro: blue pesos]
ugh, n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on
you know the truth
it’s 2022, n*gga, we still flexin’, goin’ crazy and all that sh*t, n*gga
long live the don, long live ketchy
you know we still holdin’ it down
n*gga, in an e*class sh*ttin’ on n*ggas and sh*t
ugh
gang and them, b*tch

- otm lyrics

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